The whole thing was a complete bust from the start.
It was a classic situation of thinking: Joe was rude, overbearing and arrogant throughout dinner. I thought he understood that the date was going nowhere, and I was relieved when dinner was over and he drove me home. I assumed he was going to open my door, but it was actually to pull a bottle of booze out of his trunk.
I told Joe that I had an early morning. I should have told him to use the bathroom at a gas station, but I sighed and let him come up to use the bathroom and then leave. I banged on the table and told him to get up and leave.
Instead he started taking his shoes off! I told him in no uncertain terms not to bother getting comfortable because he was leaving. I wondered, was this his sense of humour?
Sometimes texting with someone, especially in the early stages of dating, can be tough. A couple of days later, I received a voicemail apologizing for his last text.
He said he really wanted to take me out to dinner to make up for it. It started to seem like less of a big deal.
That day, William texted that he was stuck at work and suggested drinks at eight that night, instead of dinner at seven. I had a microwave dinner and waited around to leave.
He had just gotten back from a week of surfing. I was visiting the gym with my best friend, who is also my ex-boyfriend. We hopped in the car, and soon noticed the harvest moon overhead, so large and glowing orange. I really liked him. Copyright owned or licensed by Toronto Star Newspapers Limited.
William picked a bar near his apartment. When he came in, I gave him a big hug. He told me I looked beautiful. I had a feeling in my gut this night was going to be really special. He seemed as though he was more into himself than me.
He also talked about sex non-stop and told me how many women he had slept with and what he was into. The date felt more like a long confession, or a monologue about his life.
I could feel the anger rising up in my body. I always offer to pay. But I refuse to pay for my beer because you said you would take me out. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, or maybe it was just the endless stories that I had to endure that made me so angry.
I said thank you and he chose that moment to make a joke about me going home with him. And with that, I decided to take a break from dating.
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